Chapter 900: Depressed Jiang Family

"Do you have to go back to the old house to eat?" Han Qilu suddenly said when the car was still some distance away from Jiang's house.
By the way, after slowing down, if Jiang Yuanyuan changes his mind now, he can still turn the car around, but if he goes further, the car enters the alley, but he can only turn around in the old house.
A dignified expression flashed in Jiang Yuanyuan's expression, but she nodded quickly: "Everyone at home is waiting."
"I see." The expression on Han Qilu's face did not change, but his hands increased the speed of the car.
Looking at the increasingly familiar scenery, Jiang Yuanyuan sighed, and when he turned his head to look at An Chuxia, a familiar smile was already on his face. It's as if the person who sighed just now was not her.
"Xiao Chuxia, are you nervous?" Jiang Yuanyuan asked with a smile, the solemnity in his eyes still not cleared.
Her nervousness had calmed down, and seeing the change in Jiang Yuanyuan's expression, she couldn't help but raise her heart again.
"Mummy, everyone in the family should be as easy to talk as uncle, right?"
Jiang Yuanyuan didn't answer yet, but Han Qilu said, "It's coming."
When the voice fell, the car had entered a small alley, turned around, and finally stopped in front of a courtyard.
In this imperial capital, people who live in high-rise buildings can only be regarded as rich people, and those who can live in courtyards are truly awesome. The accumulation of their capital can be said to have started hundreds of years ago. For these people, money is just a matter of number. What they value in their eyes is power.
After getting out of the car, the two people guarding the door rushed to help open the car door. Han Qilu threw the key to them and walked into the door first.
She just wanted to follow up, Jiang Yuanyuan pulled her a little, leaned close to her ear and whispered: "When it's not necessary, let's not talk."
An Chuxia was taken aback, before he could figure out what this meant, Jiang Yuanyuan had already spoken again: "These people are different from Guoli. Be careful."
With a "be careful", she understood why Han Qilu was a little reluctant to eat here when she was in the car just now, and why Jiang Yuanyuan looked so solemn. Also, Han Liuhai's resistance to the Jiang family.
Would rather come again on the wedding day than stay here for one more day. How contradictory is this?
She only felt a tightness in her arm, Jiang Yuanyuan took her arm and pulled her into the door. She felt a little relieved now, Jiang Yuanyuan and Han Liuhai were here, she didn't need to be afraid, she had to be calm! Don't be jokes by these people!
Thinking about this, her nervous mood was obviously calmed down a lot.
Following Jiang Yuanyuan all the way in, she realized that the courtyard was a bit outrageous, much larger than it looked outside, probably because when she was looking outside, her eyesight was too narrow to see the entire Jiang family.
The courtyard was renovated and the two people walked to one of the largest houses. As soon as they entered, she saw that it was full of people. Except for Jiang Guoli, all are raw faces.
Han Qilu stood in front of a girl wearing a cheongsam and said: "It's you."
"It's me." The girl smiled, Bai Meisheng: "I'll just say, we will meet again!"
This smile made An Chuxia feel a little dazzling. Who is this beautiful girl?
She wanted to go over and ask Han Qilu, but immediately remembered Jiang Yuanyuan's words to her "Be careful" and "When it's not necessary, let's not talk." At this time, it is not necessary... right?
She suppressed the doubt in her heart and looked away.
The people present seemed very casual, but none of them behaved too much. When they saw them coming in, they closed their mouths and smiled at them. Several raised their hands to greet Jiang Yuanyuan.
Jiang Yuanyuan nodded and agreed, and then he took her to the only person sitting there and screamed: "Grandpa."
Before An Chuxia was shocked, she heard Jiang Yuanyuan yell the half-gray-haired man standing next to the grandfather: "Dad."
The man dressed in a military uniform nodded to Jiang Yuanyuan, then turned to look at her, and asked with a kind smile: "Is it early summer?"
She nodded quickly, and when she was thinking about how to call someone, the man smiled and said, "Just call my grandpa."
In fact, except for his hair a bit white, the man couldn't tell how old he was. She hurriedly shouted along obediently: "Grandpa."
"Good." The man called grandpa smiled, looking at the old lady who seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed and said: "Dad, Yuanyuan finally went home, so don't make a straight face."
An Chuxia always thought that Jiang Yuanyuan had no relatives besides Jiang Guoli. He didn't expect that there were relatives in such a big house! They are all close relatives! This completely refreshed her worldview!
At the same time, she had a bigger doubt. Since there are so many relatives, why doesn't Jiang Yuanyuan come back here every Chinese New Year? There is not even a symbolic trip back here.
The old man with white hair then slowly opened his eyes, a pair of bright eyes glanced at Jiang Yuanyuan, and his eyes quickly fell on her: "Who is this?"
"I……"
Just as An Chuxia was about to speak, Jiang Yuanyuan answered her first: "It's my daughter-in-law."
"Daughter-in-law?" The old man looked at her up and down, seeing that she was uncomfortable, but she couldn't show it, not to mention how depressed she was.
It can be seen that this old man is the real power holder of the entire Jiang family.
"It's the daughter of An Yishan of the Anshi Group." A middle-aged woman said slowly.
The old man's gaze suddenly became sharp, and the crutches in his hand lightly tapped on the ground: "Naughty!"
All the people in the room immediately became quiet, and the whole atmosphere became extremely depressing.
"Grandpa too!" Han Qilu walked over a few steps and guarded An Chuxia: "Uncle An is no longer hostile to the Han family anymore. Don't just treat Chuxia because of Uncle An..."
"En?" The grandpa squinted his eyes, and his aura was several times stronger than Han Qilu.
He didn't say anything, but just an "en" made Han Qilu shut his mouth.
"Qilu, you take early summer back to your room." Jiang Shuren, who is Jiang Yuanyuan's father, said.
"I haven't eaten dinner yet, what do you do when you go back to the room?" Grandpa said in a low voice, and after looking at An Chuxia a few times, he added: "How can a defeated dog have the right to be hostile to a lion?"
I can't understand what I mean.
An Chuxia understood why this grandpa became so angry after knowing that she was An Yishan's daughter. One, to this grandfather, she is the daughter of the enemy, and two, An's current status is no longer in the past, and she is no longer worthy of his great-grandson.
Such a huge family naturally attaches great importance to family status.
"Dad!" Jiang Shuren shouted: "You..."
"Okay, let's eat." Grandpa stood up with a cane, Jiang Shuren and Jiang Guoli on the side quickly got up to help.
"Be patient." Han Qilu brought her from Jiang Yuanyuan, pulled her aside and said in a low voice, "There are few people in this room with normal nerves. Don't be familiar with them, okay?"
His tone was gentle, for fear that An Chuxia would be sad.
"Okay." She smiled slightly. Jiang Yuanyuan was greeting them, and she took the initiative to take Han Qilu into the two empty seats beside Jiang Yuanyuan.
After eating a meal, there is not even a person who can speak. It seems that there is a "don't speak" rule here. But at the long dinner table, everyone would look over her from time to time.
A meal is almost the same as chewing wax.
After eating, there was soothing music in the house, everyone came over to say hello to them, and the grandfather was accompanied by Jiang Shuren to walk the dog. It is precisely because of this that everyone is not as cautious as before.
A slender woman with a graceful and luxurious dress came over with a goblet and smiled: "Knowing that you are studying in A, Auntie’s heart, so I let go. You used to be naughty and didn’t like to study. I thought You can only read F. Now, it doesn't shame our Jiang family."
Han Qilu seems to have a good relationship with this aunt, and smiled and replied: "Knowing that I am studying in A, you won't come to see me. I have heard that Professor Jiang from the Department of History treats others and is friendly. Don't see me and kiss me?"
"Naughty again!" The aunt smiled and said with a serious face: "Isn't you the least like to have a relationship with the Jiang family? Without your permission, how dare I come to you?"
These words dared to say that the grandfather was not there.
"I'm joking." Han Qilu said, pulling her to the front and introducing: "My wife."
An Chuxia blushed: "Hello, my name is An Chuxia."
"I know." The gentle smile on the aunt's face remained undiminished: "Where does the little girl study?"
"She is also in the A major, Chinese department." Han Qilu answered first for her.
"Good girl." The aunt took a step closer and reduced her voice and said: "This family is so depressed. I have been here for so many years and have gotten used to it, but you can rest assured that no one dares to bully you. Just take care of it these days. Rest and happily participate in the national wedding."
This aunt is very gentle.
She smiled gratefully: "Thank you."
"Just come to me if you need anything. By the way, I'll leave you a phone number." The aunt said, took out her mobile phone, asked her number, and dialed another one. The two people exchanged numbers.
Jiang Yuanyuan was dragged to play cards by other pretty good sisters. Fortunately, Han Qilu and this aunt were there. Otherwise, she would really feel scared.
The people in this room have gentle smiles on all their faces, and most of them have sharp light in their eyes, which makes people scared. Even if there is no harsh light in the eyes, the people standing in the house are either rich or expensive, which has formed a sense of depression.
The grandpa came back from walking the dog soon, but only came back and spoke a few words with Jiang Guoli before going upstairs.
"Let's go back to the room too." Han Qilu glanced at her and suggested that she knew she didn't like it here.